Real Music

[Intro: Miss Understood]
Everybody got shot right, I can't rap if I ain't got shot. Or like stripper poles or 24s and we started out with like hoopties and your tail pipe draggin. Now you gotta be fly right. I can't say that though right come on man

[Verse 1: Miss Understood]
Record companies say it ain't selling
Like they don't understand their the reason its failing
Future ain't no telling
But me and the current path man just ain't jelling
So I go against the grain and hit my knees praying that the game'll change
Continue saying the things that just won't stay hidden in the back of my brain
Not worried about the money they can have the fame
But these cats keep leaving the rap game defamed
And it's just a shame, and they wonder why we got kids that can't spell their name
But can dance to the stuff that the radio playing
Singing lyrics mama and them don't even know what they saying
Thinking they doing no harm cause she's a young single mom and she's singing along like, like...

[Hook: Ali ] (x2)
Da da daa
I miss, I miss, I miss, I miss, oh I miss real music

[Verse 2: Miss Understood]
Before drum machines, before pitch finder made it sound like she can sing
Before rocks could blend, before cats rapped about trap or fiends
Way before 24s and chicks would be offended if you called them ho*s
Before they take off their clothes and give you everything you want just to be in your video
Before record execs, before folks got killed over hoods and rift
Before we all had to drive a benz or a lex
And this whole thing is more than collecting a check
Before we saw the effects of every song on the radio talk about sex
Black folks still seem to have to self respect
Go ahead and close your mouth, yep I said that
Uh, and I ain't taking it back

[Hook: Ali] (x2)